A Memory

I am but another memory, Prone to fade away, For what on this earth is immortal? Rocks wither into dust, Seas shrink to nothingness, Love for what was wisps off; Not a scar to show. Born and told to be great, I am not. Petty is it to think one will leave his footsteps in the sand, Without the tide to wash it away. So I ask you now, Don't waste time on me, For I will indeed parish as all life does. Never worth more than a brief walk on the beach, A slight tremor in your heart, Known to inevitably fade into the distance, I vanish.